One story though: The night of my exes release party current hubby was in the club all over me and I was trying to run away from him like he had five heads because we never once ran into one another in a club that we didn't leave that bish to go fck. I got him to go out to his car trying to talk him down and sh*t so my current wouldn't see nothing / know nothing. He was a tiny bit intoxicated that night and not in the mood to play his position. He was loud and sh*t saying "fck dat niccah" lets go! He finally left with his boys because I was copping so many pleas. I watched that car pull off like they were leaving me on desert island with the last fresh glass of water. The way he was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear a little tipsy and reckless was sooooooooo sexy. I was so open. I would have left with him and started a damn riot between his boys and the exes boys. I had to do the right thing though. It was soooo hard I can't believe I put myself in that situation.

Nevermind about how it still almost came to blows the very next day. I should have just snuck out with him.

you doin it like DAT!?!?! awww snap you inspire me to keep losing the weight which will promote MORE FuN umph umph umph

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